(Dictated while taking a stroll) I have come to realizewhat a superbly contrived marionette man is. Though without strings attached, one can strut, jump, hop and, moreover, utter words, an elaborately made puppet! Who knows? At the Bon season next year, I may be a new dead invited to the Bon festival. What an evanescent world! This truth keeps slipping off our minds.

Whilst flipping through the vinyl that laid the foundation for my temperament, I glimpsed the ghost of this sad lot. I was reeled in by 120 Minutes tooting the horns of blasphemy on this one and misplaced pubescent adrenaline into buying the album. Trust me in that the best that I can say for this is that the first single is the best of the rest. Elusive yet catchy begets boredom, yet bubble gum goth prevails. Goth vixens nixed by intent storm the beaches of Hot Topic en masse engorged.

Most people will likely find this music off-putting, but I genuinely love this record. It was made in the late 60s by 3 sisters who were forced to form a band and create music by their father. He had received a series of premonitions from his mother during a palm reading, one of which stated that he was destined to father a famous all girl rock band. He took this as absolute fact and saw it as his responsibility to make it come to pass. After they had written a dozen or so songs and practiced them for a few years he bought time at a recording studio. The result was an album entitled "Philosophy of the World". To my mind it is one of the most unusual records ever made, not only due to the bizarre circumstances that brought it into being, but for the absolute strangeness of the music itself. The following song "My Pal Foot Foot" is my favorite track from the album: